I feel my scars and think of you.
I remember which cuts I made, and it wasn't just a few.
What you have said and what you will never do.
The pain you've caused and put me through.
But that won't stop me, not at all.
Night and day I'm at your beck and call.
Just hoping you give me a small portion of your day.
I keep falling for you everytime.
It doesn't matter how much I hurt inside.
As I cut my skin every night, often I can't remember if what I'm doing is right.
I hate myself and it's not all your fault.
But you have hurt me in ways I didn't know anyone could.
I'd rather be dead half the time.
Why do you always have to be on my mind?
I'm dying inside and no one sees.
But that's just apart of my bad memories.
Fuck my life, you and me.
Now I can see it was never ment to be.
But watch tomorrow my mind will be on you once again.
And the cycle will go on and on till I reach my end.
